The streets are crowded
With people.
Whispering behind my back.
Secretly watching as they
Gossip about me.
The streets are crowded
With people.
Whispering behind my back.
Making up lies
To try and be popular.
The streets are crowded
With people.
Whispering behind my back.
As I think and wonder
Why do I live
In this ruined world?
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Осенняя песня
- The Silence In The Church
- On The Wedding Of The Aeronaut poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Colored Toys by Rabindranath Tagore
- AN ODE FOR BEN JONSON by Robert Herrick
- A City One Wish
- Composed Near Calais, On The Road Leading To Ardres, August 7, 1802 by William Wordsworth
- Missile – A Tanka Poem
- Anacreontics Drinking
- Robert Burns: I’ll Meet Thee On The Lea Rig:
- Федор Сваровский – Простая история
- Year that Trembled. by Walt Whitman
- Федор Сологуб – Певице
- Наум Коржавин – Мой ритм заглох
- The Odyssey poem – Andrew Lang poems
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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
